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Love May 2015
Dear Wandering Poet,
I pray you find your muse.
That you over turn a stone where your babbling brook dried up and are washed with the written word.
  May 2015 Love
Anna Marie
my fingers are like matches

because everything I touch turns to ash.

I swear my intentions are golden

and my goals are pure.

but I can’t seem to keep from burning bridges

and speaking singed words.
  May 2015 Love
Ivy Swolf
We could be eternal
if fate didn't rest in our
crumbling lungs. The stars in your
eyes will eventually turn to
dust, but know that right
now the imprints of
constellations on your skin
are the brightest object
in the night.

Every story ends and even
heroes die.

But know there's something divine
in the heart-palpitating chaos of
everlasting
stillness.

May
wild beauty
in these decaying
words
be what I leave behind.
just trying to find something pretty to say.
  May 2015 Love
Sophie Charlotte
I'm filled with peaceful rage
Wanting to paint bullets in your eyes
whilst I kiss poems onto your lids

Wanting to un-man you
whilst you make love to me

Leaving you in trembling pain
whilst I hold you close to me as the sun rises
Love May 2015
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."
Love May 2015
I almost texted you good morning but I didn't because without you in my life a good morning doesn't exist.
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